Monday again, last day of March. 65°. I was a bit cranky on Saturday which I am fairly certain was the remnants of a hangover from drinking Woodford Reserve on Friday night. Bill and Mike just attributed it to me being bitchy and hungry and it wasn’t until Sunday that I realized it was a hangover, however slight.

The interview on Friday afternoon on camera went well and lifted my spirits throughout the weekend. I am still wary about being too hopeful, and fear looking like Daniel, portrayed by Albert Brooks in Defending Your Life, when he is told he will not be moving forward and will be sent back. He looked crushed, and that is not a good look for me.

There was another job that was posted that I applied to in Hoboken yesterday, and I was told that the company wants to do an AI interview on camera. I have less than 48 hours to respond and start the interview. I’d like Bill to be around for it, since he is around. He doesn’t know yet, and I guess I will bring it up when we go out this afternoon to gather my steps.

It is quite warm out and the sky is gray. Mike was here most of the weekend, and he loved talking to Bill and asking him questions. They watched the second Hunger Games movie, which I did not pay any attention to. Nothing in it interests me, despite the actors whom I enjoy being in it.

It’s odd not being crushingly depressed as I have been the past few weeks on a Monday. I am not sure if Mike will return this afternoon, though he does have some clothes here that I laundered for him yesterday. The sun has come out for a moment and blue skies appear through the clouds. It shone on my hands as I typed on this keyboard.

I looked up someone I used to know on social medias. Bill wanted to know who Luke Natalzio was and I explained that his family used to live near my family in Lodi, but were relocated since Route 80 was being built on their property. The Natalzios and my family were acquaintances, my brother was in the same class as Luke’s sister and jokes were made about my brother Brian having a crush on Marie Natalzio.

I have a memory of myself freaking out about homework that I did not do and Luke being something of a comfort at St. Francis de Sales grammar school. Luke soon went to public school, and I never saw him again until both Luke and I started working on the same day in the same department in the book warehouse for Harcourt Brace & Jovanovich.

We weren’t close, though we got along somewhat. Luke also had a temper, showing that temper when he was angry and punched a hole in an office wall, which my mother witnessed. Looking up Luke online yesterday, I saw someone with the same name and around the same age in 2018 who was sentenced to home supervision for securities fraud.

I wondered if he was the same name listed in the criminal records, but could not connect the two. Luke was just another heterosexual man that I had a crush on. Nothing sexual, just digging his vibe. I didn’t know much then and I’d like to think I know a bit more nowadays.